Lie lie lie... the full moon is rising over dark water and the foolsBelow are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows liesPermanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, theFlat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little liesAnd the bright ship humana is sent far away with graveDetermination... and no destination, lie lie lie... yeah, nothingFeels better than a spray of clean water and the whistling wind on aCalm summer night but you'd better believe that down in their quartersThe men are holding on for their dear lives, the flat earth society isSomewhere far away, with their candlesticks and compasses and theBright ship humana is well on it's way with grave determination... andNo destination, lie lie lie ....